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I can't write a poem, but I might as well try, there's nothing else left to do, except to cry my eyes dry. Everything is upside down and so frustratingly twisted, I just hope that when the chance comes, I just really won't miss it.
The chances are everywhere, even right under our noses, but when we look for them, it's parting the sea like Moses. Nothing to say, nothing to do, you're in an abyss but you can't get out, you try to float, but you only drown, the waters get thicker, and you struggle to surface, something drags you down, and now it's all hopeless, you take your last breath, but in the end, it doesn't matter, because when the final wave hits it will never come.
You hoped for a poem, but here's my lesson bout life, don't stop trying until you're truly living, give up now, and you'll be dragged back down, just look at all people around you now. It may feel empty and alone, but we're all here for you, apart or not. It's a sea of lies, agony, and trickery, manipulation of hate, and suffering, we constantly try to blame it somewhere else, but in the end, we all know that we're just too hurt to admit the truth.
We all know our faults, but we put it all on someone else. Is it truly an other's wrong that you put all the trouble, the burden, the pain on their shoulders? They may not look like us, speak our language, or even have the same culture, but just so you know, they're still people. And yet they have the guts to put the blame on anyone or anything that stands in their way.